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"The very prettiest plaything you ever had in your life," he answered, with a smile. Mamie clapped her hands. "Can Maggie and Bessie come too?" she asked, turning to Mrs. Bradford. "Not to-day," said Mrs. Bradford, "but they shall come soon." Mamie went away with her father, while Maggie and Bessie stood and watched he...
But when an hour or two later they went down on the beach and found Mamie, she seemed anything but happy. Indeed, she looked as if nothing pleasant had ever happened to her in her life. She was sitting on a stone, the marks of tears all over her cheeks and now and then giving a loud, hard sob. It was more than sulkines...
"Baby did it." "What baby? Not ours?" "No, an ugly, hateful little baby that's in my mother's room." "How did it do it?"
"I don't know; but Martha says it did, and she says that's the reason my papa and mamma don't love me any more." "Don't they love you?" asked Bessie. "No, they don't," said Mamie, passionately. "Mamma tried to push me away, and papa scolded me and took me out of the room. He never scolded me before, and he was so angry...
"I sha'n't tell you," said Mamie. "Then I know you was. If you hadn't been, you'd say, 'No!'" Mamie did not answer. Bessie walked round her, looking at her nose, first on one side, then on the other. "I don't see where it's broken," she said. "It looks very good. Will it blow now?"
"I don't know," said Mamie. "I'm afraid to try. Oh, dear!" "Does it hurt?" asked Bessie. "No, not much; but I expect it's going to." "Maybe we can feel where it's broken," said Maggie. "Let's squeeze it a little."
"I wont let you," said Mamie. "But I'll let Bessie, 'cause she's so softly." Bessie squeezed the nose, first very gently, then a little harder, but it seemed all right, and felt just as a nose ought to feel. Then Mamie let Maggie squeeze; but she pinched harder than Bessie had done, and hurt it a little. "Oh, you hurt!...
"Go away!" screamed Mamie, as Martha came near; "you're bad yourself. Oh, I want my mamma!" "Your mamma don't want you then, little broken nose. Have done with that crying." "I'll tell mamma of you," said Mamie. "Oh, you needn't be running with your tales now. Your mamma has got some one else to attend to."
"That's a shame, Martha," said Jane. "She's just teasing you, Miss Mamie; your mamma does care for you." "Martha," said Bessie, "I'm glad you're not my nurse; I wouldn't love you if you were." "There's no living with her. She'll be cured of her spoiled ways now," said Martha, as she tried to drag the struggling, scream...
"She's just going on this way because of the baby, ma'am," said Martha. "Mamie," said Mrs. Bradford, "you don't look like the happy little girl who left us a short time ago." Mamie stopped screaming, and held out one hand to Mrs. Bradford, but Martha kept fast hold of the other, and tried to make her come away. "Let he...
Martha looked sulky, but she let go of Mamie, and walked away muttering. Mrs. Bradford sat down on the rock and took Mamie on her lap. "Now, Mamie, what is the matter?" she asked, kindly. "I thought I should find you so pleasant and happy." "My nose is broken," sobbed Mamie, "and oh, dear! my papa and mamma don't love ...
"There's an ugly baby in mamma's room," said Mamie. "The bad little thing did it." "Oh, nonsense!" said Mrs. Bradford, "how could such a little thing break your nose? Even if it were to give you a blow, which I am sure it did not, that tiny fist could not hurt you much." "Martha said it did," said Mamie. "Then Martha t...
"But I don't want it to be mamma's," said Mamie. "I'm her baby, and I don't want her to have another." "But you are six years old," said Mrs. Bradford. "You surely do not want to be called a baby now! Why, Franky would be quite offended if any one called him a baby. This morning, when you were playing with my little An...
Mamie stopped crying, and sat leaning her head against Mrs. Bradford as she listened. "But I know my father and mother don't love me so much now," she said. "Mamma did try to push me away, and papa scolded me so, and he never did it before." "Then I am sure you deserved it. I am afraid you must have been very naughty. ...
"Tell me what happened after you went home with him?" Mamie put her finger in her mouth and hung her head, but after a moment she looked up and said,-- "He took me into mamma's room, and there was a woman there I did not know, and that baby was in the bed with mamma." "And what then?"
"Mamma told me to come and see my darling little sister, and I cried and said I would not have her for my sister, and she should not stay there. And papa said I was naughty, and that woman said she would not have such a noise there, and I must go away if I was not quiet, and that made me madder. I wasn't going to be se...
"Oh, Mamie!" exclaimed Maggie and Bessie. "That was the reason your papa was angry, was it not?" asked Mrs. Bradford. "Yes, ma'am. Mamma pushed me away, and papa carried me out of the room, and oh, he did scold me so! He called Martha, and told her to take me away. Then she said my nose was broken, and papa and mamma w...
"It was Martha who made her jealous," said Maggie. "Martha is a very bad nurse; she is not fit to have the care of a child. Nurse said so, and that she told wicked stories; so she does, for I have heard her myself she is very _deceptious_." "Well," said her mother, "I hope Mamie will be too wise to mind what Martha say...
Mr. Stone looked grave and troubled, and turned his eyes anxiously towards Mamie as he spoke to Mrs. Bradford. "Here is a little girl who thinks she has not behaved well, and wishes to tell you so," said Mrs. Bradford. Mr. Stone held out his arms to Mamie, and in another moment she was clinging round his neck, with her...
"Love you? and who ever thought of not loving you?" said Mr. Stone. "Poor little woman, you did not think your father would ever cease to love his own Mamie? Not if a dozen daughters came. No, indeed, my pet; and now do you not want to go and see your poor mamma again, and be a good, quiet girl? She is feeling very bad...
One warm, bright Sunday morning, Mrs. Rush came over to the cottage. Old Mr. Duncan was sitting on the piazza reading to the children. On the grass in front of the porch, lay Uncle John, playing with Nellie. She shook hands with the gentlemen, and kissed the children--Bessie two or three times with long, tender kisses-...
"My little Bessie! That baby!" said Mrs. Bradford, in great surprise. "Do you mean to tell me that anything she has said has had power with him?" "Yes, yes," said Mrs. Rush. "I think the first thing that roused him was one day when he was very ill, and she was in his room. She thought him asleep, and in her pretty, chi...
Mr. Bradford had risen from his seat, and walked up and down the room as she talked. Now he stood still, and said, very low and gently, "And a little child shall lead them." When Mrs. Rush had gone, Mrs. Bradford called Bessie. "Bessie," she said, taking her little daughter in her arms and holding her very closely, "ho...
"Oh, no, I wont be tired a bit," said Bessie, "and I'll take such good care of him. Mamma, are you sorry about something?" "No, dear, only very glad and happy." "Oh," said Bessie, "I thought I saw a tear in your eye when you kissed me; I s'pose I didn't." When the wagon started for church with the rest of the family, B...
"Now what shall I do to amuse you, Bessie?" said the colonel, when his wife had gone. "Why, I don't want to be amused on Sunday," said Bessie, looking very grave. "Franky has his playthings, and baby has her yattle, 'cause they don't know any better. I used to have my toys, too, when I was young, but I am too big now. ...
"Well, I think I should like you to talk to me a little." "What shall I talk about? Shall I tell you my hymn for to-day?" "Yes, if you like." "Every day mamma teaches us a verse of a hymn," said Bessie, "till we know it all, and then on Sunday we say it to papa. I'll say the one for this week, to-night; but first I'll ...
"Yes," said the colonel, and climbing on the sofa on which he sat, she put one little arm over his shoulder, and repeated very slowly and correctly:-- "I was a wandering sheep; I did not love the fold; I did not love my Father's voice; I would not be controlled. I was a wayward child; I did not love my home; I did not ...
"No more a wandering sheep, I love to be controlled; I love my tender Shepherd's voice; I love the peaceful fold. No more a wayward child, I seek no more to roam; I love my heavenly Father's voice; I love, I love his home." "Isn't it sweet?" she asked, when she had finished. "Say it again, my darling," said the colonel...
"Where is that hymn?" asked the colonel. "Is it in that book of hymns Marion has?" "I don't know," said Bessie. "Mamma did not say it out of that; but we will see." She slipped down from the sofa, and going for the hymn-book, brought it to the colonel. He began slowly turning over the leaves, looking for the hymn. "Why...
"No, no," said the colonel, "I do not wish you to." "But she'd just as lief, I know." "Never mind, darling; I would rather not," said Colonel Rush, as he laid down the book. "Shall I say another?" asked Bessie.
"I should like to hear that one again," said the colonel, "if you do not mind saying it so often." "Oh, no; I like to say it. I guess you like it as much as I do, you want to hear it so many times. I was glad that I learned it before, but I am gladder now when you like it so;" and the third time she repeated the hymn. ...
"Say, are you not?" repeated Bessie,--"are you not his soldier?" "I'm afraid not, Bessie," he said, turning his face towards her, and speaking very slowly. "If I were his soldier, I should fight for him; but I have been fighting against him all my life." "Why?" said the little girl, a good deal startled, but not quite ...
It was pitiful to see the look of distress and wonder which came over the child's face. "Don't you love him?" she said again,--"don't you love our Saviour? Oh, you don't mean that,--you only want to tease me. But you wouldn't make believe about such a thing as that. Don't you really love him? How can you help it?" "Bes...
"Yes; he loves you all the time, even if you don't love him. I think that's what my hymn means. Even when we go away from him, he'll come after us, and try to make us love him. I know it's wicked and unkind not to love him, when he came and died for us. But if you're sorry, he wont mind about that any more, and he will...
"I don't know, sir; I can't find things in the Bible,--only a few; but Jesus said it to a man named Nicodemus, who came to him and wanted to be teached. He'll teach you, too, out of his Bible. Oh, wont you ask him?" "I will try, darling," he said. "I'll get your Bible, and we'll see if we can find that verse," said Bes...
"Oh, here's Mrs. Yush's on the table," said Bessie; "she always keeps it on the window-seat, and she always made me put it back there; but I s'pose she forgot and left it here." She brought the Bible, and sat down by the colonel. "I can find, 'Suffer little children,'" she said, turning to the eighteenth chapter of Mat...
Bessie turned to the fifteenth chapter of Luke. "Here's about the prodigal son," she said, "but it's too long for me. Will you please yead it?" He took the Bible from her, and read the chapter very slowly and thoughtfully, reading the parable a second time. Then he turned the leaves over, stopping now and then to read ...
"What are you thinking of, my pet?" he asked at last, laying down the book. "I was thinking how you could be so brave when you didn't love Him," she said "Didn't it make you afraid when you was in a danger?" "No," he said; "I hadn't even faith enough to be afraid." "And that night didn't you feel afraid you wouldn't go...
"The thought would come sometimes, Bessie, but I put it from me, as I had done all my life. I tried to think only of home and Marion and my sister. Will you say that hymn again for me, Bessie?" "Shall I say, 'I need thee, precious Jesus'?" she asked, after she had again repeated, "I was a wandering sheep;" "I think you...
"No, dear, I want no better teacher than I have had," said Colonel Rush. "Who?" asked Bessie. But the colonel only kissed her, and told her not to keep her father and mother waiting; and so she went away. But that afternoon there came a little note to Mr. Bradford from Mrs. Rush:--
"DEAR FRIEND,-- "Can you come to my husband? He has opened his heart to me, and asked for you. "MARION RUSH." Mr. Bradford went over directly.
The colonel looked pale and worn, and had a tired, anxious expression in his eye. But after Mr. Bradford came in, he talked of everything but that of which he was thinking so much, though it seemed as if he did not feel a great deal of interest in what he was saying. At last his wife rose to go away, but he called her ...
"There is one prop which cannot fail you," said Mr. Bradford. "Throw away all others, and cast yourself upon the almighty arm which is stretched out to sustain and aid you. You may not see it in the darkness which is about you, but it is surely there, ready to receive and uphold you. Only believe, and trust yourself to...
"Yes," said Mrs. Rush; and in her low, sweet voice, she sang it to him. Next she sang, "Just as I am," twice over,--for he asked for it a second time,--then both sat silent for a long while. The rosy light of the August sunset died out of the west, the evening star which little Bessie had once said looked "like God's e...
"The light is shining all around me, and I can stand in it--with my hand upon the cross." "Bessie," said the colonel, when she came to him the next morning, "I have found your Saviour. He is my Saviour now, and I shall be his soldier, and fight for him as long as I shall live." 530 BROADWAY, NEW YORK, March, 1884. ROBE...
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Minor punctuation errors were silently corrected. Twenty-nine instances of "wont" were retained as dialect or the author's preference; "won't" was used 13 times. Six instances of "aint" were retained as dialect or the author's preference; "ain't" was used 2 times. Page 26: "Mary" and "Mamie" are used interchangeably fo...
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Bessie in the City. BY _JOANNA H. MATHEWS_, AUTHOR OF "BESSIE AT THE SEA-SIDE." "_Little drops of water, little grains of sand, Make the mighty ocean and the pleasant land._"
New York: ROBERT CARTER & BROTHERS, 530 Broadway. Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1868, by ROBERT CARTER AND BROTHERS, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States for the Southern District of New York. To the Children of _DR. JOHN MURRAY CARNOCHAN_, THE KIND FRIEND AND PHYSICIAN ...
IS THIS LITTLE BOOK _Most Affectionately Dedicated_. CONTENTS. PAGE _I. Little Friends at Home_, 9
_II. Maggie's Plan_, 30 _III. The Miser_, 52 _IV. Flossy_, 73 _V. The Colonel's Story_, 104
_VI. The Story Continued_, 127 _VII. The Peach-Stones_, 147 _VIII. The New Gloves_, 167 _IX. Two Lost Pets_, 187
_X. Home Again_, 212 _XI. New Plans_, 236 _XII. A Visitor_, 255 _XIII. The Bank-Notes_, 281
_XIV. Discovery_, 297 _XV. The Snow_, 309 _XVI. Shopping for Christmas_, 330 _XVII. Christmas_, 352
_XVIII. The Purchase of the Library_, 378 [Illustration: decorative] BESSIE IN THE CITY. [Illustration: decorative]
I. _LITTLE FRIENDS AT HOME._ "MAMMA," said Maggie Bradford, as she sat upon the floor in her mother's room, lacing her walking boots,--"mamma, I wish I had another terrible fault." "Why, Maggie!" said Mrs. Bradford.
"I do, indeed, mamma,--a dreadful fault, something a great deal worse than carelessness." Mrs. Bradford was busy unpacking trunks and arranging drawers and closets; for the family had just come home from the sea-shore, where they had been spending the summer; but she was so surprised to hear Maggie say this that she tu...
"But why should you wish for a fault which would grieve your friends and trouble yourself only that you may be at the pains of curing it, Maggie? You have faults enough, dear; and if they are not what may be called very terrible, they are quite serious enough to need all your attention, and you should be thankful that ...
"Not if you have promised to spend it in that way," said Mrs. Bradford, with a smile at the thought of how much the two dollars were expected to furnish; "but it is wiser not to make such large promises. You should have been very sure that you wished to spend your money for presents before you said you would do so." "B...
"Indeed, I do, pussy. I do not wish to take from my little girl any of the credit she deserves, and you need not look so distressed. You are much more careful than you were six months ago; you have tried hard, and improved very much; but you have still something to do in that way, dear. I think you will find the old fa...
"You are right, Maggie," said Mrs. Bradford, "and I am glad to hear you say that; but I should like to understand why you and Bessie wish for a great deal of money. If it is for a good purpose, I think I can put you in the way of earning some." "Oh, would you, mamma? That would be so nice! Bessie,"--as her little siste...
"Not now, dear," said Mrs. Bradford; "it is time for your walk, and you must let Jane put on your things. When you come home, you shall tell me, and meanwhile, I will be thinking in what way I can help you. But remember, I only promise to do so if I think well of your plan. You may think it a very wise one, while I may...
"Yes, dear. I can trust her. She is a true and faithful friend to me and to my little ones," answered Mrs. Bradford, as she stooped and kissed first one and then the other of her little girls. "And now good-by, my darlings. I will hear all when you come back. I hope you will have a pleasant walk." "I shall not, mamma,"...
"Why, so it is!" said Maggie, in glad surprise, for this was a very unexpected pleasure. Mr. Hall lived but two or three doors from Mr. Bradford, and as he generally came for a walk in the park after his breakfast, Maggie and Bessie were almost sure to meet him when they were out in the morning. But he was not apt to b...
"And so am I, Mr. Hall," said Maggie. "And I am very much pleased to see you," said Mr. Hall; "but I should like to know what has become of two little granddaughters of mine, who went away to the sea-shore two months since. I thought I should find them in the park; but in their place I find two little strangers, who ha...
"And did you forget me while you were away?" asked Mr. Hall. "Oh, no," said Bessie, "we thinked about you very often, and talked about you too." "Well, let us sit down and talk a little," said Mr. Hall, as he seated himself on a bench, and made Maggie and Bessie take their places, one on each side of him. "And so you c...
"Oh, I saw the carriages drive up, and papa and mamma and a whole regiment of little folks pouring out of them. I came out this morning, expecting to find you in the park, but you were nowhere to be seen." "No," said Bessie, "mamma was so busy nurse and Jane had to help her, so we could not take our walk." "Ah, to be s...
"That was right," said Mr. Hall. "Always be of use to dear mamma when you can." "We can't do much," said Bessie; "we are too little." "I do not know about that," answered Mr. Hall. "These little hands and feet can help mamma a good deal, if they are only willing. If you can do nothing else, you can be quiet and patient...
"So you can. Halloa, little man! How do you do?" This was said to Franky, who had just come up with Jane. Franky remembered Mr. Hall quite well, and he also remembered how the old gentleman used to give him sugar-plums out of his pocket. "Welly well," he answered. "Me want sudar-plum." "Oh, you naughty boy!" said Maggi...
"Dear, dear," said Mr. Hall. "I quite forgot the sugar-plums this afternoon. When I saw my little friends going up the street, I thought of nothing but the pleasure of joining them, and hurried out as quickly as I could." "Dive Franky sudar-plums," said the child again. "Oh, Franky!" said Bessie, "don't be so yude. You...
"And now tell me about Quam Beach," said Mr. Hall. "You liked it very much, did you?" "Yes, sir," said Bessie, "the sea is there." "And you were fond of the sea?" "Oh, yes, sir! it is beautiful, and it has waves, and they come up on the beach and bring the sea-weed and shells, and make such a pleasant sound. And we cou...
"Yes, often, and I have been to Quam Beach, and thought it quite as pleasant as you seem to have found it." "We used to have clam-bakes," said Maggie. "And go out in the boat," said Bessie. "And in the wagon for straw rides, and to swing in the barn," said Maggie.
"And over to the hotel to see grandmamma, and Colonel and Mrs. Yush," said Bessie. "Who are Colonel and Mrs. Rush?" asked Mr. Hall. "Old friends of papa and mamma, and new friends of me and Maggie," answered Bessie; "and we love them--oh, so much!" "Colonel Rush is an English soldier," said Maggie, "and he was shot in ...
"And they came to the city with us yesterday," said Bessie, "and went to the hotel; and Mrs. Yush is going to have a class on Sunday, and we are to go to it." "Are you going to leave your Sunday-school?" asked Mr. Hall. "I never went to Sunday-school," said Bessie. "Maggie did, but mamma thought I was too little; but s...
"Very," said Mr. Hall, smiling at Maggie's long word,--"a very nice arrangement; and I think Mrs. Rush must be a very kind, good lady." "She is," answered Maggie, "she's lovely." "Grandpapa Duncan says she is as good as she is pretty, and as pretty as she is good," said Bessie. "And the colonel is very good too," said ...
"That shows them to be sensible people," said Mr. Hall. "I think I must make the acquaintance of this famous Colonel and Mrs. Rush. Will you introduce me to them?" "Oh, yes, we will," answered Bessie, "and perhaps you'll see the colonel in the park some day. He says he shall come and walk here when he feels well enough...
"I think I know some one beside Nellie to whom Quam Beach has done good," said Mr. Hall. "There is some color in these little cheeks which were so pale when you went away, and you are stronger and more able to run about; while as for Maggie, she has become quite a roly-poly." "Mr. Hall," said Bessie, "do you know what ...
"Oh, I remember you told me about him in the spring. So his name is Flossy; is it?" "Yes, sir, and he's Maggie's and mine. Do you think he will be lonely without his puppy brothers?" "Not with two such nice little playmates as you and Maggie," said Mr. Hall. "You must bring him out every day and let him have a run in t...
"Very good," said Mr. Hall, "and now suppose we walk around a little, or nurse will think I am keeping you quiet too long." [Illustration: decorative] [Illustration: decorative] II.
_MAGGIE'S PLAN._ MAGGIE thought of her "plan" again as soon as she reached home, and she and Bessie scampered away to their mamma's room to see if she were ready to attend to them. She was dressing for dinner, and so they knew they might go in and talk to her, for she said this was "Maggie's and Bessie's hour," and as ...
"We want to buy a library, mamma." "What library, dear?" "A mission library, mamma. You know my Sunday-school teacher, Miss Winslow, is going to marry a missionary; but he is not a heathen missionary." "I hope not," said Mrs. Bradford, smiling. "You mean, I suppose, that he is not going to India to teach the heathen, b...